You had just survived the hunger games. You came out as Victor...alone. And coming home was a nightmare. You had killed 23 other children...and now everyone was fussing and cooing over you and you were already having your victory tour and galas and mentoring events scheduled. You were moved to a new home in the Victor's village and given a calendar of all the events you needed to attend. Nowhere was safe anymore...not even district twelve...except the woods. Your kingdom of dead trees and flighty deer, cawing birds and sunlight dappled through leaves, abandoned cottages and sunlight on lakes...the only sacred place in the world. Past the fence Gale waits for you. Your best friend since childhood. Gray eyes, calloused hands, tall and toned and only ever smiling for you...He is your peace, your comfort. Him and the woods are the little security and privacy you can afford. He sits in the field watching the wind stir the tall grass in a daze and he hears your light step instantly with the instincts of a hunter. He smiles "Hey, sweet girl..." he says his voice sweet and low.